𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

.－ Eight // Jared －. (Re;)

Jared's P.O.V (Rewritten)

I wake up. Later than my alarm went off, but it's whatever. I didn't give a shit. I don't give a shit. My morning routine is basically just get up a bit late, get dressed, occasionally eat something and call it breakfast, and go to school. Come home, do homework, stay up late. Rinse, wash, repeat. 

It's not like I'm ever late to school, anyways. I only ever sleep in ten minutes past my alarm, and that goes off at 7:15. I get out of bed, throw off my shirt, grab my glasses, and put on another random one from my closet. Like I said, I do not give a shit. Some people have anxiety attacks over what their gonna wear, they overthink way too much over what the people they're gonna talk to are gonna think, and end up breaking down over what pants would go good with a plain white T-shirt. Me? 

Well, I'm already a social reject, all of my friends (A.K.A, the people I talk to) are social rejects. There's nothing to really care too much about there. I'm not a masochist, anyways. People who cry over clothes honestly scare me.

~

I get to school, step out of my car, and walk to the front steps. Michael and Jeremy are there. Jeremy's looking more confused than usual, and Michael looks ecstatic. Then I look down at what he's holding. A neon orange and black flyer. Fuck, not again.

Okay. Let me tell you the story about how last year Jeremy and his ex were supposed to be in a play, (Which they were, but eh. Moving on,) but then Michael found out. At the time I literally couldn't care less about any of that shit, but now I understand just how fucking insane Michael Mell is when it comes to any event ever. 

He literally spent $2,000 on costumes. And I'm not even going to waste my time explaining how much he spent on the rest of the production. "What is that." I say, in the most 'Oh fuck, don't you fucking dare' sorta tone I have in me. "Something awesome!" He shoves the flyer toward me, and I hold it in one hand, the other one wrapped around my backpack strap. 

"'Halloween Dance, October 18th. Bring a partner, 8:00 p.m., don't be late for the costume contest. Tickets are $50, bring friends.'" I look up at him, handing it back. "Michael, you've got to be shitting me. I mean, this is the corniest thing I've ever fucking seen." He nods. "I know, I know. But imagine, the whole school versus the teachers? We can blow this popsicle stand." I laugh dryly at that. "I don't do dances." 

"What if we brought Connor." Jeremy chimes in. "Okay, first. Why the hell would that change my mind? And second, he's not going to that shit. If it's too corny for me, it's too corny for him." I look up just in time for Veronica to step into the conversation. "Boom." She whips out seven bright pink tickets. "Kleinman, your fucking going to this dance. Even if it's the corniest thing you've ever done in your whole miserable life." 

"No, actu--" She smirks. "I bought your ticket already, no backing out now." She shoves the ticket toward me. "It's in a week, so for the love of god, please take that time to just decide to come with us as, like, friends. We don't need dates, dude." I stuff the ticket into my jeans pocket, and start to walk away. "I'll think about it, Sawyer. But no way are you getting Murphy to come, he's darker than you."

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I gaze out the window. The physics teacher is probably saying something useful, and y'know, I probably should be listening. But I've got to decide now. There's a week to possibly get a date, a week for Veronica to probably end up begging Connor to come. A week until the dumb dance that's got everyone way too happy. 

Fuck.

Word Count : 734

Time : 9:58 p.m. :v Edited Time : 8:35 p.m. wooo

Inspiration : Okay-ish. I've got a plotline all planned out. (Sorry for never updating tho I was v busy and preoccupied) now i've got inspo tho so let's goo

P.O.V For The Next Chapter : Connor. I think we know the drill by now .3.